Note-Sorry the story has been so slow so far. I'm trying to end chapters appropriately, and it's quite hard. Now it should get more interesting…
"Bambi, are you ok?"
"What's up, man?"
"Calm down there, Newbie!"
"JD?"
The voices that call to me are like swirling colors in front of my eyes. I know I've blacked out. I feel arms, hear voices. Everything merges into one. My senses are a blur. I fell plastic pressing into my face, urging me to breathe. Breathing is a chore. Why do I need to breathe, when I feel so light, so carefree? The oxygen tears scraps of air from my lungs. The blood in my head pulses, louder than everything else. The only thing that is solid is my pulse. As long as it keeps going, everything else is ok…
"JD?"
Someone was crying. Their tears echoed as they hit the plastic floor. Elliot?
Everything was black.
It was odd, lying here in the midst of everything, but not being able to do or say anything about it. It was also odd being so deep.
But anyway, it was time to open my eyes and get on with my life. I tried to lift my eyelids, but they were heavy, and it was as if they were glued together.
Oh crap…
"What the hell's wrong with him?" said an angry voice. Was it my imagination, or was that…Dr Cox?
"Dr. Dorian has been suffering from a…growth recently. The results of his test show that he has, in blunt terms, an untreatable form of brain cancer"
I heard someone gasp.
"He came for a test?"
"Yesterday morning, at 3 am"
"So he already knew yesterday morning? He said he was sick!"
"Miss Espinosa, I think he knew for a while before he came to see me. I'm sorry"
Gee, thanks Dr Remore, for blowing my ingenius plan. There was a whack sound, and a curse. Dr Cox was probably hitting the wall in fury. So he did care about me…
"JD? Can you hear me?" gulped Elliot. But of course I couldn't reply. Sometimes she could be so…
There was a rush of wind, and I felt the breeze from the closing door.
"Baby…" pleaded Carla, and I knew it was Turk who had left. I wondered who else was in the room. Maybe someone hadn't spoken.
"Why the hell didn't he say anything?" said Dr Cox.
"Some people deal with the emotional side of illness very badly" said Dr Remore.
"So…how long until he wakes up?" oh crap! I've been asked this question before. The answers are never good.
"That is uncertain, Dr. Reid. It could be a matter of minutes…or months. But his condition is stable for the time being!"
"God, JD…"
"Stop your winging, Barbie! If Sheila's gone, she's gone!"
"Oh don't you start, Perry!" said Carla. In my minds eye she was doing her "Carla from the block" thing. "Don't have a go at Elliot when you're the one still calling him girls names, even after this! And JD is not gone!"
"Yet" muttered Dr Cox. The room went silent.